A dream in masonry and living rock Robert Louis Stevenson the habit of dreaming and the ability to dream are primordial Fernando Pessoa . adrift casting a line to pull down the stars . . at the threshold of hearing, … Continue reading →

. Crossing the celestial line, a cloud on the first day of Spring . The Caskieberran water tank, is a structure etched in the memory of growing up in the New Town of Glenrothes. At that time, the tank was … Continue reading →

. a flower expresses itself by flowering, not by being labelled Patrick Geddes That blue There – beyond the iris heads. As if a grey tarpaulin has been peeled back across the eyeball of the sky. . Spring light, a different … Continue reading →